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Buckaroo Girl
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There ain’t nothin’ better in this western world
Than a long-haired, tight-jeaned buckaroo girl
With a smile on her face and spurs on her buckaroo boots
You won’t catch her wearing one of them Toby hats
She’s not crazy ‘bout the Chinese Ariats
Her boots and hats are artistic working tools

‘Cus leather is her stock and trade
She likes it in her saddle and she likes it to braid
And she loves spinin’ a big ol’ rawhide loop
She likes lyin’ in the tall, tall grass
Ruminating on a buckaroo task
And yodeling a little lady yodel, too

Her brim is flat, her shirt has snaps
That wildrag ‘bout give you a heart attack
When it’s loosened up at the end of a long, long day
Dabbin’ one on a renegade heifer
Gives her some kind of buckaroo pleasure
That makes it worthwhile when she draws her little pay

It’s about bits and bridles, chinks and chaps
Flower-carved saddles with bull-nose taps
Reins, chains and a braided leather bosal
Flatbed pickups and border collie dogs
Western swing music and Tom Russell songs
Brandin’ in the spring and gatherin’ in the fall

And dancin’ at the dance puts her in state
As the cowboys watch, understanding their fate
That their ropes are going to be just a little too short
Hard and fast just ain’t her style
If you like what you’re doin’, why don’t you take your time
She’s talking about craft and art, not a sport

So head out to Elko or Jordan or Idaho
And get yourself a slick fork and some latigo
And learn how to ride in the wide sagebrush sea
Then work an outfit, ten sections will do
And you can start workin’ at being a buckaroo, too
‘Cause that’s where this Buckaroo Girl goes to be seen

Shake out a loop ‘bout 22 feet
That’s what it’ll take for you to compete
And give it your finest double hoolihan swing
Then close your eyes and hope to hell
That she likes your type of buckaroo fella
And if she don’t...
Well, like me, I guess you can learn how to sing

© John Michael Reedy, Twisted Cowboy Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved. These words may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Aspen & Alpenglow
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Rilla was the daughter of a rancher
Will made her a rancher’s wife
She pulled calves and broke horses
Painted columbine, blue and white

Her life on the ranch was unsparing
The winters they were cold and long
But ice on the river was bearing
And she knew it wouldn’t be long

She’d cross the winding Elk River
And ride into the Big Meadow
Watch the calves settle in the tall grass
Up in the aspen and the alpenglow

She remembers all of the horses
That carried her through the pines
All along the South Fork trail
And up to the Great Divide

But today she’ll stay in the pickup
Her knees can’t handle the strain
Of ten hours a-horseback
Across this mountain terrain

She says, “Keep ‘em out of the willows boys
Someone keep an eye on Will
Take a picture of the grass when you get there
Up in the aspen and the alpenglow”

Now the cattle are settling in the tall grass
And the sun fades in the sky
Will shoots a picture from the saddle
As Rilla hums Bye and Bye

Now she can rest
Soon she’ll be turned to the land
No jewelry on her neck or her fingers
Will places the picture in her hand

He says, “Soon you’ll cross the winding river
And ride into the Big Meadow
Watch the calves settle in the tall grass
Up in the aspen and the alpenglow”

© John Michael Reedy, Twisted Cowboy Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved. These words may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.